Celaena Throne Of Glass Characters Novels & Stories

The hem of the dress was laced with precious stones, but none of the stones were as precious as the day was to me. I struggled to sit down, my stomach tightly snatched, as my maid styled my white hair into soft waves. My makeup was lightly done, adding a touch of red to my lips. I am Elowen, princess of MoonShire Pack. And today, I am going to be Queen Luna after I marry Thorne Blackwood. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster. The wedding was a very private one, only few people were invited. Thorne strictly supervised the guest list himself, inviting my brother, few of my friends, and some others that only he knew, to the Wedding.

Kieran, Rylan, and Ethan were lying still on makeshift beds close by. Are they still alive? Pushing herself to her feet, she shifted back as far as the bed would allow. Her voice trembled as she whispered. “Who are you?” His presence caused her heart to race and the bed dipped slightly as he sat next to her. A smile sliced across his face. With the cup extended towards her. “I am Kael Duskborn. Have a drink.” With suspicion in her eyes, Selene shook her head in refusal. “No. I don't want it.” What if it's poisoned? She thought to herself.

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Here it is comrades; caged again was the princess. Call me Elena Brown, daughter of Alpha Brown ruling Dawn Moon Pack. I'm a princess, caged in the webs of my father till only the goddess knows. He doesn't want a daughter who screams dirty. He does not welcome his only daughter, who happened to be a princess but doesn't live like it dressing Omega-like; stinking, dirty and unkept. I manoeuvre my way all round my spacious, magnificent bedroom. Everything adorning my room screams wealth. The tilted floor; clean and sparkling. Laying before my eyes was a royal queen sized bed, comfy and spacious.

Everything was crafted in white and silver—statues of wolves with hollow eyes, towers made of frozen dreams. And at the heart, a throne. On it sat Elya. Older. Maybe fifteen. Maybe timeless. Her eyes glowed with violet fire. Her hair floated like ink in water. And around her stood wolves of shadow—silent and watching. “You found me,” she said, voice layered with magic. “But can you keep me?” 7. The Daughter Reborn Kael moved first. “Elya, it’s us. We—” She raised a hand. “I know who you are. I remember.”

From the veil between this world and the next, I had watched that stupid girl walk out of Thorne’s office, eyes wide with understanding, fear perfuming her from head to toe. Elara. She was prying. Digging. Knowing. And now… she was beginning to see. The blood in my invisible veins boiled. She had no right. No right to touch the fabric of my past. To utter my name in that soft, delicate voice of hers—as if she could ever understand what I have suffered. What I have lost. She had Kael’s attention. Thorne’s protection. And now she was walking in places that should have stayed buried. I simmered.

It's probably one of the council members, followed by another man. "Have a seat," they offered them, and Nevil immediately sat down, following the two council members sitting down. "Why are you here? And who is she?" The two of them exchanged glances with Nevil. "We have something to discuss with you, and the lady with me is my soon-to-be luna, Raenerys Lauregnory." Nevil straightforwardly said. Shock and wonder appeared in the eyes of the two men at the same time. Before turning to look at her. They also sat down and looked at each other.

The scene vanished in a rush of wind and silence. In its place, the throne room, lit by torches, was painted in blood. Her hands were stained red. Kael’s body sprawled at her feet, eyes open but seeing nothing. “You could have chosen war,” Kael’s ghost said, voice flat. “You would have won.” She screamed. The scream echoed forever, slamming the door shut behind her. She opened the next door. Sirelia. Crowned in gold and black iron, chains coiled around her arms and neck. She sat atop a throne carved from the obsidian of broken promises, fragments of all the futures Elara had discarded.

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.